I admit it.
The heat FINALLY discouraged me.
Okay, if you promise not to tell, I will admit to being a tad bit discouraged. Just a smidge.
Translation: I wanted to sit in the middle of the floor and cry my eyes out.
Why?
Time has me cornered. It taunts me I am fixing to run out of time and won’t have enough time to fix what is broken so I can continue toting this broken downed body towards my apparently deaf, dumb and blind dreams.
What did I do?
I told time to shut up, did my meal prep, mitigated the heat best as could and kept talking to the universe.
Gimme my dreams!
They are MY dreams!
You let folk have theirs.
Gimme my dreams!
I will hunt you down like a dog!
Give it here!
I’m tired of asking nicely!
*sigh*
*Cassandra crawls up on The Father’s Lap *
Me: I’m tired of asking the universe to give up my bounty.
God: I know.
Me: I want to stop asking.
God: I know.
Me: I wish I understood.
God: I know.
Me: I wish I understood You.
God: You can.
Me: How?
God: Ah. Keep asking.
Me: Asking WHO though?
God: Aha!
Me: Aha.
*Cassandra crawls down from The Father’s Lap in hot pursuit.*
Of Who(m)?
Of what?
Great questions, beloveds.
Keep asking?
The Universe?
God?
Life?
You?
Your dreams?
You tell me.
It IS your time.
Keep asking…
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
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